There are many flavors in life: sweet and bitter, and hot and sour. I think, within an hour after this happened, my taste was bitter.

You can't recite English at noon, because you have to dictate sentences at noon, do homework at noon, and sometimes write dictation.

I had just finished reciting a poem and wanted to repeat it, but the first class was over and I had to give up. Teacher Hu told the English reader to stand up. I remember that there were only three people in our group, but there was another girl in our group who stood up. I'm surprised, right? She not only recited three lessons, but also stood up. I memorized the signature form and actually signed it all, and it was very similar to my handwriting. I want to get out of here at once: someone signed it for me. As soon as I saw the girl, she seemed to feel very strange. It shouldn't be her. Judging from her deskmate and girlfriends, there is a little possibility, but her deskmate has always been honest, so it shouldn't be her.

Teacher Hu asked the endorser to come up and get the lottery ticket, so I said to the girl, "I didn't sign it for you." Did you sign it yourself? " She replied, "No." I asked, "Are you sure?" She buried herself in tears, and her good friend sat at the same table to report to Mr. Hu, who gave her a lottery ticket to comfort her. I almost fainted after reading it. Is this ok?

Hum, I must find out after class! After class, her best friend immediately said, "You obviously signed it, and Feng Hanyi saw it!" I retorted, "I've been doing my homework all noon and I can't recite it at noon." Why should I sign it for her! " "Her best friend was speechless. However, I found that many people looked at me with strange eyes. I can't stand it any longer, so I have to tell the teacher. But still very wronged.

Alas, the feeling of being wronged is really uncomfortable!

Chapter 2: Bitterness

When I was growing up, there was a bitter thing, which I remember very deeply now.

I remember that it was a mid-term exam, and I felt good during the exam, but when the test paper was handed out, I was blindsided and my head was blank. The bright red numbers on the test paper pierced my chest like a sword. I vaguely heard a voice hovering in my head: "I got 9 1 in Chinese." This score is a fatal blow to me. I'm on my way home. The sky is no longer blue, the grass is no longer so green, and the flowers on the roadside have become so dazzling. I've been thinking about how to tell my parents about my failure when I get home. I trudged to the door and just opened the door, my mother kindly asked, "Lili, how many points did you get in the exam?" Confused, I said with difficulty, "9 1." My mother smiled and said to me, "Nothing, try again next time." Dad came out after listening to our conversation, touched my head and said, "Nothing, take a good exam next time." Although mom and dad say so, I still feel very uncomfortable. After all, in my exam days, my parents accompanied me to review late into the night every night. In the evening, I called my grandparents and told them the exam results. Tears of disappointment ran down my cheeks. Listening to my grandparents' comfort, I feel even worse. I sleep with tears in my eyes at night.

I will never forget this painful experience. I will try my best to turn my pain into motivation, study hard and try to get good grades in the exam. Let the painful experience of this exam become a new starting point for me to move on. In the future, we must concentrate our thoughts, listen carefully, face challenges with better results, achieve better results, and be a person like Haiyan, not afraid of hardships and forge ahead!

Chapter Three: Bitter Composition

In a class, Zhu and Weng Weixin and I were supposed to perform a program together, but the host misunderstood our meaning, which led us to stop performing. I have tasted what bitterness is. What a waste of water!

The hosts of this class are Yu Yiyin and Cao Jiacheng. Their theme is to perform what they are good at, in groups of three or four, and to group freely. As soon as I heard the news, I couldn't wait to find my good friends Zhu, Ping Zhenxin and Weng Weixin and decided to perform with them. Then, I handed the list of members to the two hosts, and we officially became a group.

In the evening, three team members and I practiced how to perform our own program at home-singing "Running". To this end, we have carefully prepared for a long time. At home, I downloaded the lyrics first, then printed them out and recited them to my mother. Then I sang along with the original song over and over again, singing many times, and finally got something. When we arrived at school the next day, the four of us began to discuss how to sing together. After each class, we get together to sing. When in class, we are full of confidence and eager to perform for our classmates.

When the bell rang and the students performed one after another, it was finally our turn to perform on stage. The four of us took to the stage with great courage. I was about to start singing when I heard the voice of accompaniment from the computer. Huh? We don't accompany the music, we sing with the original singer. I protested to the host, who said only accompaniment was allowed, and they only had accompaniment. We had a quarrel once and for all. Finally, the host said, "As a contestant, you should obey the host. Since it is not ready, there is no need to perform! " ! "We have nothing to say, so we have to step down despondently.

Later, many programs were performed, some of which were warmly applauded by the students. But at this point, there are only waves of bitterness in my heart.

It is really unpleasant to be misunderstood this time. It seems that we must be prepared in advance and communicate more.

Chapter Four: Bitterness

There is a kind of injury called sadness, which is the pain that the eyelashes can no longer bear the weight of tears, and the bitter taste will drip down when touched lightly, and then spread to the heart.

At that moment, I hated my parents. Why did they take me back to my hometown from Shenzhen? Why? I have so many good girlfriends and buddies in Shenzhen that almost no teacher in the whole primary school doesn't know me. They all care about my study and growth, and I am very popular. But what do I have at home? I have no friends, I didn't mean to, but I don't even have anyone who wants to play with me. They all speak ill of my bad character behind my back. I really want to ask them, "What did I do wrong? Can you blame me even if I have a personality problem? I also want to try to be myself, but why do you treat me like this? "

When I was in junior high school, I was separated by my friends. I have nothing against that man, but did she consider my feelings when she did this?

Last time I finished running, a girl came over. She was my old friend! She asked me, "Why is there no one to play with you now?" I paused, my heart was sour and astringent, and I was speechless for a moment. "I can't get in without them, that's all." "I don't think they take you to play." Hehe, it turns out that my true face has long been seen through, and my heart is only a moment.

Maybe I did have many shortcomings in those days, but now I am not that unruly and willful girl, but everything will not stop giving you sorrow because you want to cry without tears, and the bitterness remains the same.

Now I am still alone, the night is always too long for me, and I can't quietly hide the bitterness in my heart. "Bad character" seems to be my label.

A little bitter, a smile will melt; If you have a heart, you will be strong when you are hurt.

Chapter 5: Bitterness

In this big family of human beings, we must have tasted many different flavors, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. I have tasted many flavors since I was a child. In particular, let me taste the "bitter taste" and benefit me for life!

Last winter vacation, the teacher asked me and several students from school to go to Jiaozuo Gymnasium for training. I was curious and agreed. When we got there, Mr. Wu settled down the place where we ate and slept, then helped us find our own coaches one by one and began training in the afternoon.

I train tennis. I have never played tennis before. I think it's very simple. Take a shot, catch it, and throw it. Only after training did I know that my idea was wrong. At first, I was crazy about tennis. Slowly, I saw others playing online, but I was not interested in tennis. The coach read my mind and told me, "They also started to practice from the basic skills, otherwise how could they surf the Internet?" To practice tennis well, we must first learn from the basic skills. Only by mastering the ball can we play well. So is life. Be patient in everything, otherwise you can't eat hot tofu and do nothing well. "

I was moved by the coach's words. From then on, I practiced tennis seriously, and gradually I became familiar with tennis. Because the training time is too short, only one week. As the coach said, I played tennis all afternoon and learned new tennis. Day by day, my hands are sore, and others can't understand how bitter and tired I am now! These are done. We began to learn the grip posture. I am like a robot. Whenever I have no patience, I can't help but think of what the coach told me. The coach's words promoted my growth.

An afternoon passed, although I didn't surf the Internet, I benefited a lot and learned a lot. Although I have tasted a lot of hardships, I will not stop moving forward. Even if the road is difficult, I will make progress and cheer for myself! Come on!

Students, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you should calm down and do everything patiently. Don't be self-righteous, do everything according to your own ideas. That is wrong. We should start with small things, start with basic skills and always be perfect! Life is the same!

I have tasted bitter, not everyone can taste it. Only patient people can taste it! Let's all be patient people, which will benefit you immensely!

Chapter 6: Bitterness

I firmly believe that now and in the future, people can understand that there is a truly pure friendship in the world.

He and I are good friends and have always been classmates, so we often fight, but in the eyes of others, all this is abnormal, but we all cherish this friendship. Ignore this gossip, at least I think so.

I don't know why, he didn't pay much attention to me recently, and even avoided me. I began to wonder if it was related to these gossips. So I went to him, hoping that he could answer me, but the answer I got was meaningful: "Sorry, we are not suitable to be friends." At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that our friendship is more fragile than paper, and it vanished in an instant, knowing that everything is a mirage. ...

I sat at the window with crystal tears. Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell into my mouth. I can't help touching a tear between my tongues. I can't help feeling so bitter. I remember that I met him in a coffee shop that day to discuss a math problem. Suddenly, my mind flashed-I thought of how to do it, so I patted him, and he sat next to me and eavesdropped and explained it to him. At this time, I saw several students in our class, and I said hello to them, so I continued to study hard ... The next day, as soon as I entered the classroom, I listened to them staring at me in groups of three, and inexplicably returned to my seat during class. The usually quiet light snow asked me for the first time, did you fall in love? What? I'm puppy love. No wonder. I shrugged helplessly. In this way, the day ended in all these inspections. When I wanted to leave, the class teacher asked me to go, and ironically told me that puppy love was harmful to students. These words pierced my heart mercilessly like handfuls of knives.

Can't men and women have pure friendship? composition

Chapter 7: Bitterness

On the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, when I visited the temple fair, my grandfather bought me two small goldfish. Two little guys are chasing each other in the fish tank. What an interesting time! Look, these two people are dancing in pairs! Their movements are skillful and light, and they jump like a well-trained partner!

I watched them dance every day, "chatted" with them every day, and became good friends who talked about everything, so I spent the winter vacation day after day.

One day, menstruation's little sister came to my house to play, and when she saw these two lively and lovely little goldfish, she liked them very much, so she squatted aside and watched them play with relish. I played with her for a while, and then I went to do my homework, leaving her alone to watch the goldfish swim. After a while, she shouted, "Sister, the goldfish is hungry. I'll feed them! " I was busy doing my homework, so I promised, "OK, but be careful not to spill fish food outside." "I know! "She jumped three feet for joy and ran happily to find fish food. Soon, she came back with a bag of fish food I saw that she took a big bag and quickly told her: "Don't feed too much, just a few pills." "Don't worry, I know!" After a while, I heard her say, "Have a good meal and dance for me when you are full!" " "Then I heard her happy laughter.

After a while, I finished my homework and went to see the goldfish. "Hey, why is the little goldfish lazy and can't swim?" I quickly asked my sister what happened to the little goldfish. My sister replied that she didn't know, but she saw the little goldfish eating the fish food she fed. As soon as I heard this, I complained again and again-this little sister was fed too much. Little goldfish didn't know he was hungry. If she has fish food, she will always eat it. If she eats too much, she will collapse.

I quickly grabbed the fish food from my sister, but I was still late. After a while, the little goldfish couldn't swim, and her white belly became warped, and her two small eyes rolled their eyes. They ate too much and died.

I feel very sad to see the lively and lovely little goldfish disappear for a while. It's a pity that a small mistake actually led to the death of two small lives! Little goldfish, I'm so sorry Next time I raise goldfish, I must take good care of them and let them grow up happily!

Chapter 8: Bitterness

Alas, who knows the bitter taste? Where did the big family that used to be full of love and joy go? Now there is only an old back and an empty nest with only a frame left.

Just after winter, I saw Aunt Wang hurriedly move a big washbasin with snakeskin bags from the house. I didn't know what to do, so I asked her why and said, "My son will come back for the Spring Festival in a few days!" " "The joy in my heart is beyond words, and my face is red, which is better than the red sun overhead. I asked her, "It's winter now. What's the hurry? There's still a long time! Why are you in such a hurry to wash their pots? It's not too late for them to come back! " "Soon!" With that, he put his frostbitten hand in the biting cold water. Although the weather is very cold, my heart is full of infinite warmth, from My Sweetie. Looking up at the land where my son ran as a child, it seems that there is some new green. ...

Twenty days, fifteen days, ten days, nine days, eight days ... she took pains to tear up the calendar and count the days when her son came back. Finally, there is only one day left! There is only one day before my son comes back! That day, early in the morning, she put on the new clothes that her son sent last year, and put on her green hair mixed with a little silver. This new skirt is her first time to wear it! Warm, like a son's hug, this happy taste adds a touch of sweetness to her heart. ...

Standing in front of the house early, looking forward to, looking forward to, a wave of motorcades came in the distance. She wondered which one was her son's, black or silver? As she approached, her heart came to her throat, imagining many scenes of meeting her long-lost son. However, those cars didn't come to see her. She was disappointed, but immediately said to herself, "Nothing, he will definitely come to see me earlier!" " She regained her smile. The cars flew away, and none of them had her son. The phone is ringing! It must be my son's Stumbling back to the house. This time she guessed right, and it was her son. The man's voice on the other end of the phone is both strange and familiar. He lost his former childishness and gained stability and maturity. The voice told her that he would take his grandson and wife back after the New Year. She was silent for a long time before answering. Nothing, there are only a few days before the Spring Festival, and he will definitely come!

On New Year's Day, she waited like last time, but it was still a phone call. "Mom, there are many things in the company, so I can't go back ... come on! Tian Xiaotian, Happy New Year to Grandma! " "Happy New Year, Grandma!" She tried to make her voice sound happier. "My little daughter must have grown taller again. Grandma wishes you a happy new year! " "

The west wind roared outside, and tears crossed a beautiful curve on her face. Who knows her bitterness? On the land where my son plays, there seems to be a boy ... look carefully, only the grass is rotting.

She is the only one left in such a big empty house. The wife left, the son left, the sweetness left and the bitterness came. She is in the empty nest, bitter, who will smell it? Pain, who will listen? Care for her, save her, don't let loneliness engulf her heart, don't let her suffer alone, let her taste warmth and sweetness, okay?